Books are the compasses and telescopes and sextants and charts which other men have prepared to help us navigate the dangerous seas of human life.
Jesse Lee Bennett
Cơn đau, cơn đau xé màn đêm
Cơn mê, cơn mê tím mắt ai
Bàn tay gầy, bàn tay hằng đêm
Chờ mong anh về, chờ mong được yêu anh
Anh hôn em vầng trăng đọng lại trên môi
Anh xa em trăng không cười, em nhìn trăng đang khóc
(I can't stop loving you)
I've made up my mind
To live in memory of the lonesome times
(I can't stop wanting you)
It's useless to say
So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday
Listen to my tale of woe
It's terribly sad, but true
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue
I must win some handsome guy
Reminiscing I remember me and you we used to play with the dogs
While you were sleep i'd stare, stare while you lay in my arms
And now I'm stuck on stupid Rain Forrest couldn't get wetter than you get, (no)
I used to beat it up you gave me your love I abused it now I'm facing the music
Oh how I yearn for your touch (I'm) so lonely now that you left me
Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
And my head is aching and my hands are cold
And I'm looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds
And I'm searching for and
Oh yes
Busta Rhymes in the place y'all
Let me tell ya a little something,
Yeah, alright Busta
1995, this year I want
One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
Their out on the southbound odyssey
Well she drew out all her money from the southern trust
And put her little boy on the greyhound bus
Leaving memphis with a guitar in his hand
With a one way ticket to the promised land
Hey little girl with the red dress on
There's party tonight down in memphis down
Why don't you rock my soul?
(In the bosom of Abraham)
Why don't you rock my soul?
(In the bosom of Abraham)
Why don't you rock my soul?
You could get the finger
Come and get some!!
The middle.
Aaaww yeah!
They love to point the finger.
Boom!Boom!Boom! on your black ass, bitch.
